I'm creeping up from behind. I'm closing in on mine. I'm holding out for my first. I'm living up to my word. I'm staring down at the pride. I never could seem to find. No matter how long it takes. I swear I won't go away. I say that because I don't want to sit back and leave the day to rot. Leave the days to fester. I need to keep up the pace. No matter how slow. No matter what's at stake.
There's no reason I can live with to stop progression and end my illness. I am sick inside at least I admit this. A race continues and I can't ignore it. I hear the sound of each and every step, breath, tick, and rest. Another hash mark on a shrinking timeline. The computations spit surrender.
Put one foot in front of the other...
The fading sidelines. I'm crawling straight ahead. Beyond the standstill. I know I can't compare. But if the scale is sliding then the smallest grade could count and the long shot we embrace just might be carried out. So I won't stop. I'm creeping up on my time.
